I’m still coming down from the show. It’s definitely a high and after finishing the paper work yesterday Jon and I decided to take today off. We had plans of taking a walk at Merck Forest, having lunch in Manchester, maybe buying a pair of hiking sandals (with my spoils from the show) that I’ve been eyeing. Then coming home and relaxing.
But then Daryl called, he was coming with more sheep to graze for the summer and he had another one for me, a white Border Leicester this time.
Getting them off the trailer was pretty easy. Daryl separated my sheep from the rest and I shook some grain leading them into the back pasture while Jon and Red kept them from bolting. Daryl told me that she was a great sheep and she put up a fight as his son John pulled and pushed her into the front pasture where my other sheep were.
Great, maybe, but not friendly, she wanted nothing to do with me, I couldn’t get near her. She ran to the gate looking for the sheep she came with and called out to them. They were too busy eating the fresh grass to respond. We left her to settle in with her new flock.
When we came back a bit later, checking on the new sheep, Jon looked up and just above him, on the stone wall of the old barn foundation, my white sheep was looking down at him. She had somehow gotten into the back pasture. Before we could even think, she jumped off the wall and joined the other sheep. We checked the fence for holes, found none and decided she must have jumped it.
We got out the grain again, got all the sheep into the barn then put a harness on my white sheep and moved her back into the front pasture. She ran up to the Pole Barn where Tess and Suzy and Socks were, but our donkey Lulu, kept chasing her out. So we moved the donkeys into the back pasture and had Red do some herding hoping the four sheep would bond. We left them huddled in the Pole Barn.
Tonight, as Jon was leaving for his Writing Workshop, I tucked in the chickens and checked on my sheep. It was still hot out and the bugs were swarming, I felt like a donkey, shaking my head, twitching my legs and using my hat like a tail. Inside the Pole Barn were my three black sheep. I scanned the hill side then went into the back pasture. There was my white sheep, right where she wanted to be with the flock of sheep she came with.
I’m beginning to wonder what Daryl meant when he said she was a great sheep. But I have to admit, I do admire her. She’s not typical , she has spunk and personality and goes after what she wants.